Romans & histoires Showtime Steve

"I understand why you'd be concerned after everything we've been through. But Danny, I've known Steve since we were teenagers. He's genuinely one of the good ones - the kind of person who helps old ladies cross the street and volunteers at animal shelters." She touched my arm gently. "I promise you, he's harmless. Sometimes people from the past show up at the right moment - not everything has to be a conspiracy." She turned back to Steve before I could argue further. "I lost your number ages ago. That's why I didn't keep in touch. And I haven't really been active on social media." "No worries," Steve said. "I lost your contact information too. Why don't we exchange numbers now?" I watched, i

Fine………you'd think she's be okay with it after all these years, its my job. "And its her job to worry, its built into her man, you can't help it." Max said. "Now lets get this over with." "Alright, answer the first question, I know the day, I just need the time….details." Steve plopped back on the couch noisily. Max joined him, swatting his feet off the coffee table. "Uh, it was around nine or ten, I'm not sure, I was high." He answered with a straight face. These past four days had made him relive that night in his head that it was no longer hard to say. Not to Steve anyway.

They stood as we approached—well, everyone except Steve, who only rose after his father shot him a look. “Pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Dela Cruz,” Steve’s father greeted warmly, shaking my parents’ hands. “So do I, Mr. Harrisson. And to your wife as well,” Daddy replied. “Oh, by the way, this is my eldest, Lincoln Asher.” Lincoln shook Daddy’s hand politely. Steve, meanwhile, looked utterly uninterested. In seconds, the elders had ordered lunch, and conversation flowed—mostly about business—while Steve and I ate quietly.

~Vivian~ I exited the room and went downstairs. I saw Steve sitting on one of the chairs lined up in the hallway of the massage parlor. He was busy browsing on his phone. Why is he still here? I thought he had already left after he was done with the massage. He must have sensed my presence because he looked up and our eyes met. He smiled at me, his eyes gleaming. “Are you going home now?” he asked, standing up. “Yup,” I responded with a smile.

Steve was tempted to ask, He had been right to ask martha to talk to Daisy when she woke up, Mr Montero was going to do everything to ensure he separated them and he knew this for a fact. "Am not doing anything, everything happening is all because of your silliness, but I wont kill you yet as you think Steven Miller, am going to fight you in court and then watch you lose and thats when I will kill you" he said with laughter. Steve didn't miss how he used his real last name this time around, seemed he was now aware of who he really was. Mr Montero and Steve reached outside "We can talk from your car, I bet you will feel a lot safer there" he said, Steve led the way to his car and they got in.

he asked immediately. Rebecca almost choked on her laughter and they all stared at her in disappointment, she didn’t give a damn about what they thought of her, none of that did matter anyway, she was enjoying this. Steve turned back to Jimmy with an empathetic look on his face. “Oh man, this is so messed up. I never thought a day would come when you wouldn’t recognize me. I am Steve, your best friend, your buddy. I am sure you will laugh your ass out when this is all over and you learn that you actually forgot who I was.” Steve said and laughed.

Does Chris look different in some way? What do you think of Steve and do you think he has a big role later?

I said. Steve glared at me and I chuckled. "I mean Steve," I said, covering my chuckles. “Okay.” He said and walked to his girlfriend. She protested at first then took his hand. “Sharon, are you coming?” Steve asked her. She put her head down on the table and mumbled something then followed them out while trying to walk straight. My eyes went back to Jake and he got up slapping some money on the counter but stumbled. The bartender came to hold Jake and said something to him, but he just waved his hand in a dismissing manner.

Mark growled, banging his hand on the desk in front of him. "I'm sorry boss, but you really need to see this." Steve insisted, lowering his gaze to the ground afraid of his boss anger. For a body guard, he easily gets afraid when it comes to his boss. "This better be worth it." Mark eyed him. Steve gulped handing over his phone to Mark. At first glance, Mark didn't understand why he had to watch a live stream and was about yelling at his body guard, but then.. he actually saw who was featured on the live steam and who she was with. Marcel!

Katherine’s voice was calm, but her fingers tightened around her parents’ hands as she gently led them toward the living room where Steve was standing. “Mom, Dad… I want you to meet Steve. He’s my husband.” She swallowed before continuing. “This is Nerine, his daughter. And this is Luke, his friend.” David and Leonor both looked at Steve at the same time. If they were judging purely by appearance, the difference between him and Richard was obvious. Steve stood tall and composed, even with a bandage wrapped around his arm. There was something solid about him—quiet confidence, the kind that didn’t need to prove itself.